Folzi gives the elf a harsh look. "Are you trying to give me away?!" he hisses back. "Speak for yourself. I don't serve unless I get something in return. Besides it doesn't sound like we're to be serving anybody when we get to wherever we're going," the gnome slumps back down against the bars.
"Just commenting on the quality work done on these cells. How did y'all attach these bars to on another?" Folzi calls back. "And I have to say that I am not very comfortable at all in here. So don't worry, y'all are doing a fine job!"
"You're old enough to have made your choices gnome and by the looks of you they were poor ones. They have a life. Yours like mine like your friends are forfeit. Would you bring the watch down on all of them," she gestures at the younger elves, " because of this insane attempt to free yourself?" Marion growls in a low tone.
Folz's call tp the guards only retrieves the half-elven attendant from before.
"These are horse stalls for the Golden Guard," the elvish teen begins. "Lady Firebrand had them made for....for the Emperor's spectucal," he explains as he looks anxiously at Marion. "Was tbe food alright mistress," the younger half elf asks looking reverantly again at Marion.
"Yes," Marion replies with a soft look and tone. "You do your house a credit," sje adds as the teen beams next.
"Could I be of anymore assistants," he then asks looking over the party in the cells.
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"Put that away," Marion hisses pushing the gnome to interrupt his concentration but then putting her hands up. "They'll moon door us all for starters," she adds in a low growl then points to the middle cell full of half-elven children. "They'll live if you behave yourself! A life of servitude is still a life," she adds her voice raising to the point Evers perks up.
Nicknack shakes his head at the madness of acquiescence.
"Do not be so full of hope and foolishness, my lady. When the dragon cultists come, and all the casters who would resist them have already been executed, they will slaughter those children just as they slaughtered all the non-humans in our camp. It is a certainty."
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Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"Uh place your bets," Turner then exclaims pounding the table.
OOC: Turner bet 4 silver; Evers called. It's 4 silver, raise or fold before we all post the next card!
Marion ignores Nick's pessimism and retreats to the back of the cells where she sits down her expression contemplative her hands tucked into her robes as the inside of the air ship grows cooler moving through the frozen waste that was Coarthann below.
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Folzi replies to the half-elven attendant, "Yeah. You could get us a few blankets if you have some lying around. It's starting to get a bit chilly in here. You driving us back to the White Waste?!"
OOC: White Waste is the old Weave rift. The new one the Weave Wasts over Caorthann that was made by the Dragon Cult who raised thier leader to Godhood but killed the royal family 50 years ago and made the capital a crater instead!
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"I'm out this hand, I'll get you next time though" Hrain says evenly "Don't worry I'll make it up to you" he continues switching his attention to Evers and giving her a perfect smile, easily worthy of a Sunite.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
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Turner 6; sees the silver has 32 total
Evers 6; sees the silver rubbing a gold coin on a chain with a smile has 24 but smirks.
"Oh well," Evers sighs looking to Pat. "What do you got," she adds.
The half-elf retrieves blankets bringing them to the cells.
"Mistress Cormoran the captain you like to see you on deck," the half-elf then says to Marion who comes forward.
Marion us let out of the cell and lead away.
"What's this," Turner then blocks the door.
"Captain Firebrand seeks an audience," the young golden robe clad half elf explains avoiding eye contact with the party at the card table.
Turner grumbles but moves allowing the elves to pass.
Hrain and Pat watch them disappear up the steps.
"She's...," Evers begins gesturing at the incredibly beautiful and graceful elven woman being lead by the smaller half elf. "She is the Ultus' servant," Evers leans over to explains to both Hrain and Pat. "Accused of spiriting away several casters from the Gales who were rounded up after the attacks," she explains. "She's the main focus of the spectacle meant to discourage others from trying the same," she adds with a serious tone.
"She's...," Evers begins gesturing at the incredibly beautiful and graceful elven woman being lead by the smaller half elf. "She is the Ultus' servant," Evers leans over to explains to both Hrain and Pat. "Accused of spiriting away several casters from the Gales who were rounded up after the attacks," she explains. "She's the main focus of the spectacle meant to discourage others from trying the same," she adds with a serious tone.
Nicknack moves closer to Lyra and gestures for Folzi to come over too. He says in a low voice, but not an obvious hissy whisper,
"So she is a professional at smuggling casters... Is she just pretending to have given up? Be ready... Her being out of her cell could create an opportunity for us..."
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Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Folzi doesn't find the spell pouch but does find a loose board in the bottom right corner of the stall wall separating him and the stall "cell" beside his after shifting around the merger sleeping palettes. Metal bars would be next to impossible to break through undetected but the wood he's sure he could manage, with the help of people in his cell as well as those on the other side if they could be persuaded, he could wiggle the board free and possibly pass into the next cell. To at least double their numbers in the escape plan effort.
Folzi gives the elf a harsh look. "Are you trying to give me away?!" he hisses back. "Speak for yourself. I don't serve unless I get something in return. Besides it doesn't sound like we're to be serving anybody when we get to wherever we're going," the gnome slumps back down against the bars.
"Just commenting on the quality work done on these cells. How did y'all attach these bars to on another?" Folzi calls back. "And I have to say that I am not very comfortable at all in here. So don't worry, y'all are doing a fine job!"
"You're old enough to have made your choices gnome and by the looks of you they were poor ones. They have a life. Yours like mine like your friends are forfeit. Would you bring the watch down on all of them," she gestures at the younger elves, " because of this insane attempt to free yourself?" Marion growls in a low tone.
Folz's call tp the guards only retrieves the half-elven attendant from before.
"These are horse stalls for the Golden Guard," the elvish teen begins. "Lady Firebrand had them made for....for the Emperor's spectucal," he explains as he looks anxiously at Marion. "Was tbe food alright mistress," the younger half elf asks looking reverantly again at Marion.
"Yes," Marion replies with a soft look and tone. "You do your house a credit," sje adds as the teen beams next.
"Could I be of anymore assistants," he then asks looking over the party in the cells.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Nicknack shakes his head at the madness of acquiescence.
"Do not be so full of hope and foolishness, my lady. When the dragon cultists come, and all the casters who would resist them have already been executed, they will slaughter those children just as they slaughtered all the non-humans in our camp. It is a certainty."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"Uh place your bets," Turner then exclaims pounding the table.
OOC: Turner bet 4 silver; Evers called. It's 4 silver, raise or fold before we all post the next card!
Marion ignores Nick's pessimism and retreats to the back of the cells where she sits down her expression contemplative her hands tucked into her robes as the inside of the air ship grows cooler moving through the frozen waste that was Coarthann below.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Folzi replies to the half-elven attendant, "Yeah. You could get us a few blankets if you have some lying around. It's starting to get a bit chilly in here. You driving us back to the White Waste?!"
OOC: White Waste is the old Weave rift. The new one the Weave Wasts over Caorthann that was made by the Dragon Cult who raised thier leader to Godhood but killed the royal family 50 years ago and made the capital a crater instead!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"I'm out this hand, I'll get you next time though" Hrain says evenly "Don't worry I'll make it up to you" he continues switching his attention to Evers and giving her a perfect smile, easily worthy of a Sunite.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Pat looks at his hand and says “see your 4 silver, raise you a silver.”
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
Turner 6; sees the silver has 32 total
Evers 6; sees the silver rubbing a gold coin on a chain with a smile has 24 but smirks.
"Oh well," Evers sighs looking to Pat. "What do you got," she adds.
The half-elf retrieves blankets bringing them to the cells.
"Mistress Cormoran the captain you like to see you on deck," the half-elf then says to Marion who comes forward.
Marion us let out of the cell and lead away.
"What's this," Turner then blocks the door.
"Captain Firebrand seeks an audience," the young golden robe clad half elf explains avoiding eye contact with the party at the card table.
Turner grumbles but moves allowing the elves to pass.
Hrain and Pat watch them disappear up the steps.
"She's...," Evers begins gesturing at the incredibly beautiful and graceful elven woman being lead by the smaller half elf. "She is the Ultus' servant," Evers leans over to explains to both Hrain and Pat. "Accused of spiriting away several casters from the Gales who were rounded up after the attacks," she explains. "She's the main focus of the spectacle meant to discourage others from trying the same," she adds with a serious tone.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Pat looks at Evers and says “reckon I‘ve got the same as you Ma’am!”
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
OOC: ALL players draw another "card" by rolling 1d12 as I explained before.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
OOC: Did Marion perhaps leave behind her care package?
Nicknack moves closer to Lyra and gestures for Folzi to come over too. He says in a low voice, but not an obvious hissy whisper,
"So she is a professional at smuggling casters... Is she just pretending to have given up? Be ready... Her being out of her cell could create an opportunity for us..."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Saute investigation check please.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Investigation 30
Folzi doesn't find the spell pouch but does find a loose board in the bottom right corner of the stall wall separating him and the stall "cell" beside his after shifting around the merger sleeping palettes. Metal bars would be next to impossible to break through undetected but the wood he's sure he could manage, with the help of people in his cell as well as those on the other side if they could be persuaded, he could wiggle the board free and possibly pass into the next cell. To at least double their numbers in the escape plan effort.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Hrain doesn't take a card as he folded in the previous round.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
OOC: Poorly worded but I fixed it!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Pat’s fifth card = 3
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
If Hrain is given another card 9
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales